Car hit me from behind on a country road. Could hear the spokes break like a musical instrument as I headed into the pavement. This was over thirty five years ago (I was 15) before helmets. I got away with only a broken wrist.

Non-cycling: a broken collarbone when my classmates decided to gain wrestle me in grade 10. They basically treated me like a wishbone. A year after that, a guy who participated in the wrestle-mania poked me in the eye with a pencil. Got back at him by making out with his girlfriend in grade 12. I had very rough but fun high school years.